Sounds of Music

there are no sounds of music in my


head today, even though I awoke


humming a tune from the 60’s;


coffee sits inside the metal heated


chamber in my hand, and as I slide


open where to drink, I wonder why              


I had already forgotten the tune;


memories always seem to fall short


of expectations the older I become


and life dances around me, taunting


me to remember it another way;


tunes and melodies rattle around


like the pocket change I hate to carry


but I always seem to need a penny.


17Mar18